The afternoon sun was beginning to set when a worried villager arrived at the small home of the rescuers, carrying a tiny bundle wrapped in an old cloth. Inside was a newborn monkey, weak, thin, and barely strong enough to lift its head. The villager explained in a trembling voice that the baby had lost its mother in the forest and had been found alone, crying helplessly with no food and no protection.
Seeing the infant’s fragile condition, the villager pleaded with the couple, “Please adopt him. He will not survive the night if he stays alone.”
Mom and Dad felt their hearts ache the moment they unwrapped the cloth and saw his condition. His bones were visible through his paper-thin skin, and his eyes were tired but filled with silent pleading. He let out a soft, weak cry—more like a squeak than a voice—trying to ask for help the only way he knew how.
Dad instantly prepared a warm towel and held the little orphan close to his chest while Mom rushed to prepare a small bottle of formula milk. The baby leaned into the warmth, shivering from exhaustion and fear, as though finally realizing he was safe.
When the warm milk touched his lips, he began sucking slowly at first, struggling to find the strength. But after a few sips, his body relaxed, and he took in more as though tasting hope for the very first time. Mom wiped the small traces of milk running down his chin while Dad whispered gently to him, promising that he wouldn’t be abandoned again.
That night, wrapped in a clean towel and resting beside a warm water bottle, the tiny orphan finally slept peacefully. For the first time, he was not alone.
He had a home, a family, and a fighting chance at life.
